We are often in battle.
So often defending every side of the fort,
It may seem, all alone.
Sit down, my dear,
Take a few deep breaths,
Think about a loyal friend.
Where is your music,
Your pet,
a brush?
Surely one who has lasted as long as you
Knows some avenue or place inside
That can give a sweet respite.
If you cannot slay your panic,
Them say within
As convincingly as you can,
"It is all God's will!"
Now pick up your life again.
Let whatever is out there
Come charging in,
Laugh and spit into the air,
There could be a holy fallout.
Throw those ladders like tiny match sticks
With "just" phantoms upon them
Who might be trying to scale your heart.
Your love has an eloquent tone.
The sky and I want to hear it!
If you still feel helpless
Give our battle cry again
Hafiz
Has shouted it a myriad times,
"It is all, It is all the Beloved's will!"
What is that luminous rain I see
All around you in the future
Sweeping in from the east plain?
It looks like, O it looks like
Holy Fallout
Filling your mouth and plams
With Joy!
Hafiz.
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Laughter
"There should be great dollups of wild laughter among believers. And that laughter in it's sense of irony should be a recognition of the helplessness and smallness of their own little projects compared to the graciousness and dignity and the wonder of the great divine calling. Because more often than not, it's when humans really try to make it work out and get it together that they make the greatest disaster out of the whole thing. I'm sure if we could listen to the music of the spheres that we would hear deep within it the divine laughter at the attempts of the little humans to work out all of their miriad projects which are so serious and solomn to them but in the context of the great and touching divine graciousness are very small indeed." John O' Donahue
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